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i scroll through the symptoms; the signs once more finally screen-shotting them only so i do not have to keep looking and re-looking them up i rummage through the very personal box of writings hidden under my bed i find the paper with the heading of: How I See Me, How I Am following the undepthed title is a list of short, spiked written words, words that, all though so very short, mean so much and ache even worse down to the bottom of the list my finger skims my eyes scattered throughout the words and my tears scarring the paper finally at the the bottom i grab the pen and finish the list with one simple word depressed (a.b)
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
Depressed
i scroll through the symptoms; the signs once more finally screen-shotting them only so i do not have to keep looking and re-looking them up i rummage through the very personal box of writings hidden under my bed i find the paper with the heading of: How I See Me, How I Am following the undepthed title is a list of short, spiked written words, words that, all though so very short, mean so much and ache even worse down to the bottom of the list my finger skims my eyes scattered throughout the words and my tears scarring the paper finally at the the bottom i grab the pen and finish the list with one simple word depressed (a.b)
nnylsha
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nnylsha
American
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
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